Brave New World
With apologies to those who have used
the title words before, this story is, needless to say, one of pure fantasy. In
no way does it imply the author believes that boys should be treated in the
manner they are in this fantasy, but the author does acknowledge that there are
those who find such fantasies erotic, indeed perhaps more than just a few. For
those who do, and for those who wonder if they do, this story may be regarded
as a cathartic exercise, by all means fantasise but do not feel tempted to turn fantasy into reality!
Naturally, given the nature and
content of this fantasy, it is not intended for those of an insufficient age to
read it, so if you are not yet 18,
read about Noddy and Big Ears instead. And if you are
18 or more, then please consider donating a little something to Nifty so they
can keep stories for you coming.
Brave New
World
A fantasy by Ivor
Sukwell
Chapter Three
SF697's
parents prepared him as well as they could for his next meeting with the Status
One man; his mother bound thick bandages round his hands each night so he
couldn't play with himself in bed because, as his father said, "However he
decides he wants to make you cum, he's going to want a decent load, not a
watery, wanked out dribble."
Of
course, as he was unable to get at his cock to any real effect, the morning
alarm and live feed from the establishment was a torment for SF697 as he went
day after day without testicular relief, and by the day of his appointment,
SF697 had long stopped having any worries about what the Status One man would
want to do with him as long as it all ended with him spunking.
"Honest,
Dad," he told his father, "I don't care what he does. He can do anything he
wants with me because whatever he does he's going to make me cum and I'm
desperate to spunk!"
"Perhaps
we should have let him wank yesterday," SF697's mother said, concern in her
voice and on her face, "Spunking too soon could be just as bad as spunking thin
and watery."
"No,
I don't think so," SF697's father looked carefully at his son, "He'll have
plenty in there by now. Should be good for two or three
decent loads by the look of his balls."
SF697's
father knew what he was talking about; though, unlike most Status Four fathers,
he had resisted the natural urge and appeal of incest, which, considering how
attractive and girly SF697 was, was some considerable
achievement, he had plenty of boy experience, Status Four boys not being noted
for their adherence to virginity.
Her motherly instincts and concern still in full flow,
SF697's mother switched to worrying about something else.
"Is
he properly smooth?" she asked, "No stray hairs anywhere?"
"Shouldn't
be," the boy's father grunted, "Not with the amount we spend on depil creams for him."
That
was certainly true, and one of the things SF697 was really grateful to his
parents for; they always managed to find enough from the few tokens his father
earned to be able to buy depil cream for him so he
could stay properly smooth and look like a boy of higher Status when he was
naked.
Even
so, his father, at the prompting of his mother, decided to check and used a
magnifying glass to see if somehow a stray hair had managed to escape, checking
around the boy's cock, on his balls and into his arse crack, and, not
surprisingly considering the lack of attention his cock had received for almost
a week, SF697 was hard by the time the inspection was finished.
"Nice
cock," SF697's father smiled affectionately, resisting the urge to feel the
jutting outwards teen boy inches, "Your Status One got nothing to complain
about there!"
SF697
blushed, not because he was naked and hard but simply from the natural
embarrassment of having his cock admired by his parents, and the use it was
going to be put to mentioned. He was rightfully proud of his cock, as a boy
should be, but having his parents look at it hard and openly admire it was
embarrassing, possibly because, unlike most boys of his Status, his father had
never taken the opportunity to use it.
His
mother's maternal instincts now in full flow, she insisted on applying his
make-up herself, adding a final touch with some false eyelashes that she had
scrimped enough to buy for him to make him look even more girly, and satisfied
that she had done all she could, gave him his dress that she had washed the
night before and freshly pressed before breakfast.
"I'd
fuck you," SF697's father smiled affectionately and patted his son on the back.
"Off you go now, and give him a good time. I know you'll do your best."
SF697 knew how important it was that he should not just do his best, but that
his best should be good enough to please the Status One man, so although he was
surprised when SO7 took him not into a bedroom but to a room designed for the
enjoyment of boys instead, he made himself smile as girly boyish as he could
and slipped out of his red dress without any hesitation when he was told to get
naked.
He
giggled a little, hoping to convey that he was teenage excited at what was to
come, when his ankles and wrists were fastened to chains from the ceiling and
steel rings on the floor and he was stretched into a spread-eagle position that
was just uncomfortable enough to be both a bit frightening as he was so exposed
and also stimulating because he was so exposed.
SF697
was hard before he was even properly fastened, and grew harder still and
throbbing when SO7 openly admired his stretched out nakedness, excited that his
cock was clearly an object of particular admiration.
The
body of a properly stretched boy is displayed at its best, all muscles firm and
taught, stomach drawn in and flat; ideal for both visual and tactile admiration, and after a good long look at what he had to
play with, SO7 began the tactile examination.
SF697
whimpered in anticipation as he was felt all over by skilled, boy-admiring
hands, hands that left not an inch of him untouched. His arse came in for
particular attention and SF697's cock threatened to betray him and explode far
too soon when a finger slid into his arse crack and pushed gently at his still
virgin hole.
Much
as he liked being felt all over, it was something of a relief for SF697 when
SO7 stopped feeling him; much more and he was sure he wouldn't
last, and to spunk now would be a disaster.
Relief
was short lived and replaced by apprehension when SO7 stood before him, a hand
holding what was obviously a sort of cane. SF697 saw it was long and whippy,
but also flat, unlike an ordinary cane. Not having any knowledge of the toys
men used to enjoy boys with, SF697 did not realise that it was designed to hurt
and leave nice red marks, but not to break skin. The State took boy play very
seriously and a lot of research went into designing the toys to use on boys,
and like the leather that SF697 had been given at the establishment, SO7's cane
was designed to hurt but not damage.
SO7
stroked his cane over the stretched boy's body, enjoying the look of
apprehension on his pretty, girly face as the boy wondered and tried to work
out which part of him was going to be hit.
That
it was not to be his arse seemed clear to SF697 as the man was in front of him
and the cane was tracing lines over his chest, his stomach and, more than a bit
terrifyingly, his nipples. He gulped and tried not to show fear, but fear was
what SO7 wanted to see, and after teasing nipples with the cane tip, he
threatened cock and balls instead.
Now
SF697 was frightened! Not his cock! Not his balls! He could take it anywhere
else, but, please, not cock and balls!
The
fear showed plainly on his face and SO7 smiled at seeing that fear. He could
get this much enjoyment from any establishment boy, but to have a citizen boy,
even a Status Four one, in chains and play with him
was a very rare occurrence.
A
few more gentle strokes of his cane over wonderfully smooth teen balls and SO7
judged that he had created sufficient fear in the boy and could begin to hit
him. The boy had been brought to spunking by a hand spanking on his arse, how
soon, SO7 wondered, would it be before he spunked when his thighs were caned?
And, of course, as he would be caning the boy's thighs, the front of his
thighs, SO7 would see the spunk spurt, and watching the spurts from that
delightful cock, spurts that came from the stimulation of pain alone, was a
sight SO7 had been thinking about since the boy had spunked between his legs
from a hand to bum spanking.
SF697
gasped when the cane landed with a loud crack
on the front of his right thigh, the gasp more of relieved surprise than
pain; relief and surprise that it was his thigh that had been struck and not
his balls or nipples.
Even
so, there was some element of pain involved, perhaps more sting than real pain
as SO7 had flicked rather than swung his cane, but even so, a red stripe began
to bloom on the cream of SF697's right thigh.
Seven
more red stripes blossomed after, all thoughtfully and carefully placed high up
on SF697's thighs, high up enough to be hidden by the boy's dress when the game
was finished.
SO7
did not do that for the boy's sake, rather that if the boy walked home with
very obviously freshly caned thighs someone might well ask questions, and
though it was perfectly legal to cane a boy for fun, SO7 did not want his use
of a Status Four to become common knowledge.
SF697
writhed and whimpered each time the cane made a new red mark on his creamy
smooth thighs even though SO7 was not hitting him hard, just using the
flexibility of the cane to produce a nice sound as it struck flesh and give
just that bit more than little, stimulating sting to the chained boy's body.
There
wasn't that much pain, nothing like the pain that SF697 had inflicted on the
establishment boy he had leathered, but it was enough. Even as SF697 writhed
and wriggled from the sting of one lick of the cane he was eagerly anticipating
the next, wanting and hoping it would be harder and hurt more than the last.
SO7
carefully observed the effects of each strike, noting the manner and extent of
the boy's twisting in his chains, judging when pain began to turn to pleasure and
gradually increasing the force of each successive blow, but, experienced as he
was in the art of boy punishment, SO7 misjudged SF697.
The
ninth strike, the fifth on his right upper thigh, made the over-stimulated
boy's cock erupt.
Cock
stiffened beyond simply hard and spunk jetted forth in a three shot volley of
such force that had SO7 been standing directly in the line of fire it would
have landed on his pristine white tunic.
Cock
paused, jerking a little, as the next volley was loaded and then it fired
again, not with the same force as the first volley, but still sufficient for
SO7 to be treated with the sight of spunk shooting out from cock, flying
through the air for a good two feet before gravity dragged it to the floor.
SF697
sagged and panted in his chains, his spent cock throbbing and dribbling unfired
shots and SO7 cursed himself for not recording the event.
It
had been quick, SF697 had spunked well before SO7 expected him to spunk, but
what a spunking! And what a sight! SF697 sagging exhausted in the chains, nine
beautiful red stripes on his thighs and thin strands of spunk
leaking from his cock.
SO7
studied the chained sight before him; the shoulders made hard and firm by the
stretching of the chains, the slightly wrinkled silk of the underarms, the
flatness of the chest with its two brown nubs of nipple, still hard and erect
against the dark pink aureoles despite the boy's recent orgasm, each rib
visible beneath the covering of velvet skin, the sharp angle of the Vee, an arrow head aimed at the softening, still dripping
smooth and hairless delight between cane marked thighs, thighs that were supported
by bent knees as the boy sagged in the chains that held him.
SO7
sat and gazed at the chained boy while his mind wrestled with the dilemma he
now had.
The
boy was beautiful in a sublimely erotic way; from the neck down a wonderful,
slender example of teenage boy perfection, and from the neck up as girly as a
boy can be; a girly boy who deserved more than simple one-off use, a boy to use
and enjoy time and time again, a boy to keep.
SO7
had never kept a boy – he had used and enjoyed them in their hundreds but never
kept one for more than a single night, but this boy, hanging limp and exhausted
by his orgasm, stirred a desire that could not be satisfied in a single night
alone.
SO7
kept SF697 chained and stretched while he thought. As the boy recovered slowly,
came to his senses, it was clear to SO7 that he was content to be uncomfortably
chained and stretched, that the residual pain in his thighs from the caning was
a pleasure to be relished and if he was caned again SF697 would scream with the
delight of being hurt.
SO7
did not cane the chained up boy again, but spoke to him instead.
"What
function does your father perform for the State?" he asked.
"A
labourer, Sir," SF697 said, his head low on his chest, not looking up in case
he gave offence, and frightened now that he had cum too soon, deprived the
important man of the pleasure of caning him for longer. "He works mostly in the
State's gardens," he added, "An honest and hard working man, Sir," he sought to
praise his father in case the Status One important man thought to reduce his
family to Dolers because he had spunked too soon and
so stopped his caning before he had been properly punished and enjoyed.
"Does
he have responsibility or does he just dig holes and weed?" SO7 enquired.
"As
much responsibility as a Status Four can have," SF697 said proudly, "The
Council trust him to keep the gardens well."
SO7
nodded, rose and left the room, leaving SF697 hanging in his chains so he could
enjoy the growing discomfort in his shoulders.
He
was gone for several minutes and when he returned he found SF697 had eased
himself up to tip toe to lessen the growing pain in his shoulders, though that
position brought a new discomfort of its own.
"You
are a virgin still," he said to the boy who nodded that he was indeed a virgin
still.
That
was uncommon and increased the boy's desirability. Status Four boys rarely
remained virgins beyond their tenth birthdays, and many ceased to be virginal
even before that. There was no formal age of consent in the State and incest
was common, particularly so amongst Status Four and also Status One.
Status
Four fathers fucked their sons because they could and so they did; a son is
available every day and every night and costs nothing to fuck and all men need
to fuck.
Status
One boys were bedded by their fathers because they were of too high a Status to
be bedded by any lesser than themselves, and boys need cock inside them perhaps
even more than men need their cocks in boys.
The
wonders offered by a virgin boy of fourteen, a boy who enjoyed pain, were too
great for SO7 to resist.
"The
same day and time next week," SO7 said before releasing SF697 from his chains,
"The marks will have gone by then."
"He chained me up like this," SF697 excitedly told his parents on his return to
home, demonstrating the position he had been chained in, "And then he caned me
on the legs." He lifted the hem of his dress to reveal the red marks on his
thighs, "And I spunked up with the ninth one."
"Only nine?" SF697's mother gasped, "Couldn't you have held it back for
longer?"
"I
tried, Mum, I really did try, but my cock just exploded. It was a huge spunking
though, a really big one."
"Did
he cane you some more after?" SF697's father asked
with concern, "Hit you somewhere else?"
"No,
Dad, he didn't. He left me hanging in the chains and went and did something or
other, and then came back and asked me what you did, so I told him. And I did
say you were as important as a Status Four can be, Dad. I was worried I'd
spunked too soon," he admitted with some shame.
"I'm
sure you did your best, son," SF697's father sighed, "But only nine lashes. He
must have been disappointed."
"I
hope not, Dad," SF697 said, he too worried that he hadn't given sufficient
enjoyment, "He asked me if I was still a virgin and I said I was and he wants
to see me again next week, when the marks have faded."
"Well,
that's something, anyway," a slightly relieved father said, "If he wants to
have you again next week, you can't have totally pissed him off by spunking up
too soon."
"Perhaps
we should let the boy wank, at least in the mornings," SF697's mother
suggested, "So it'll take a bit longer for him to cum when he's caned next
week?"
"Only
in the mornings, though," his father agreed, "He must have plenty to shoot out
or we will be in trouble."
*
White-faced
and with trembling fingers SF697's father opened the brown envelope that had
been delivered by a State Messenger; brown envelopes almost always meant
trouble and he was certain that whatever trouble this message contained it had
something to do with SF697 spunking up after only nine strokes of the cane.
There was no denying that the boy was girly, but even so, he surely could have
taken twenty at least before he spurted!
SF697's
father was a reasonable man and knew part of the blame must be his – if they
hadn't prevented the boy from wanking for an entire week he could probably have
held off longer, however much he enjoyed being punished. His bum had been so
red from his previous spanking that he must have taken fifty at the very least
then, though that was a hand spanking and not a caning, and, of course, it had
been almost straight after he'd had a fuck.
The
brown envelope bore the logo of the State Department for Status Control and a
communication from them could only be bad news, information that the family
were no longer Status Four and were now officially classified as Dolers was the only possibility. SF697 would have to report
immediately to the establishment and his father was now unemployed.
DEPARTMENT OF STATUS
CONTROL
Citizen,
Further to information received by
the Department relating to the performance of your duties, and further to due
consideration given to that information by the Committee for Status
Designation, this is to inform you that your Status has been reviewed.
Family members will retain their
Numerical Designation but the prefix will be STr in keeping with your elevation to Status Three.
This decision may not be appealed and
is effective immediately.
Clothing of the appropriate colour
(Dark Blue) must be worn henceforth and a voucher is enclosed for its prompt
acquisition.
SF697's
(now STr697) father read the letter and then read it again twice before
shouting for his wife and son to join him. The boy was embraced by happily
delirious parents, who, despite the wording of the letter, were well aware that
their social elevation had nothing to do with his father's work and everything
to do with the boy being brought to orgasm by punishment, and the stripes on
his thighs were tenderly admired by his doting mother.
"Well
done, son," the new Str697's father embraced him, and hid his emotion with a
suitably gruff comment, "You'd have lasted a bit longer, let him cane you a few
more times before you spurted, we might be going shopping for light blue instead
of dark."
STr697
grinned happily, "Almost didn't last long enough to be caned at all," he
sniggered, "My balls were so full after not being allowed to wank for a week, I
was super hard by the time he'd chained me up and I did almost cum just from him
feeling me all over."
STr697's
cock rose as he recounted his experience, and as he was as always, naked in the
house – he only had the one dress so was never allowed to wear it at home – his
teen erection was open on display to his mother and father.
"By
the look of that you need ten wanks a day," his father grinned, admiring his
son's youthful possessions and wondering if he'd been right all these years in
denying himself the pleasure of incest. The boy did have a really nice cock.
STr697's father naturally enough liked boys and properly appreciated their
cocks – there is something so appealing, so special about a young teen boy's
cock – and he couldn't help thinking that he must be really stupid in not
showing his son how much he loved him, leaving him to do all his own wanking
when he could have had the pleasure of being regularly sucked and spunking in
his father's appreciative mouth.
Still,
what was done was done, and now the boy was the object of a Status One's
attention and because of that they had risen to Status Three, so who knew how
high they might rise if the Status One took a real fancy to the boy?
STr697's
mother and father took `off-the-peg' tunic and dress, but his mother insisted
on just dark blue cloth for STr697; she, being skilled, would make up his dress
herself. She wanted her boy to look as appealing as he possibly could, and no
ready-made dress would be good enough for him.
The
item she created was a work of erotic art: a single narrow shoulder strap to
keep it from slipping down and neckline plunging low the other side to reveal
slender boy chest almost down to the nipple. She cut and sewed the cloth so the
dress clung tight to the boy's upper body and nipped in sharply to show off his
narrow waist and slender hips to perfection and took great care with measuring
the extent of his bulge when soft, so no-one could be in any doubt that beneath
the dress there was amply equipped teenage boy.
The
hem she made to be just a fraction above mid-thigh, giving STr697 no more than
an inch of modesty when he stood or walked, and if he sat his smooth, hairless
balls and possibly his foreskin tip as well would be unable to remain
concealed. The skirt, what there was of it, was cut tight so STr697 would only
able to take small, girly steps, and with his hair styled and his make-up on,
only the flat chest and frontal bulge would reveal him to be a boy.
STr697's
father nodded appreciatively when he saw the boy in the finished item, hair
done and make-up on, paraded for his approval.
"Doubt
if he'll be able to stop caning you just because you spunk," his father said,
"Cane the spunk out of you, and keep on caning till his arm gets tired and then
bend you over and fuck you brainless, more like."
STr697
couldn't help hoping that his father was right.
SO7
literally licked his lips when STr697 made his next appearance. SO7 had never
had even the slightest interest in female flesh, but something young teenage
that might have been a girl without breasts were it not for the tell-tale bulge
at the front was the stuff of his long-held fantasies.
SO7
slid a hand straight up under the hem of STr697's dark blue dress to confirm
what he already knew to be fact, that the bulge was made by real teen boy cock,
and gave a satisfied sigh as what he took hold of began to come to life in his
hand.
He'd
seen that cock, made it spurt twice, one by spanking bum by hand and once,
magnificently and copiously, by cane applied to thighs, but before now he had
not held it, and what a wonderful cock it was to hold!
STr697
had some five boy slender inches with a slight bend to the left half way along
the shaft, probably, SO7 thought, the result of an over-firm grip when wanking and
as the boy was fourteen he'd have been wanking for a minimum of four years,
probably more, and young, growing cocks are susceptible to taking on the shape
most suited to the uses they are put to.
The
head also showed signs of such adaptation, being full, more mushroom than
torpedo, though mushroom of the ink-cap variety, the tip a rounded blunt point
rather than door knob, the ridge prominent and pronounced, indicating that the
boy frequently stimulated himself by manipulation of his ample foreskin alone,
probably a habit acquired when cock play first began and cock not of sufficient
length to permit full hand wanking to be possible but foreskin twiddling easily
accomplished.
Bringing
a boy to spunking by only twiddling his foreskin was something SO7 quite
enjoyed as it took a long time to bring a boy off that way, the need to orgasm
building slowly, and STr697 having plenty of foreskin to twiddle was a definite
bonus as far as SO7 was concerned. The more pleasure torment a boy could be
subjected to, the greater the enjoyment of that boy became and SO7 had raised
STr697 to Status Three so he could be enjoyed without adverse social
consequences.
"Your
dress is most becoming," SO7 complimented the boy, "But perhaps it would be
better if it was on a hanger to avoid getting creased." This SO7 said without
releasing the cock he was holding, a cock that was now delightfully warm and
hard in his hand.
STr697
had a little giggle at the novel social nicety; before, when he was a Status
Four, SO7 had simply told him to get naked, but he was a Status Three now and
conventions had to be followed.
Naturally,
STr697 had no objections to getting naked, he was here to be played with and
how else is a boy properly dressed for play if he isn't naked?
STr697
undid the little zip at his hip that allowed him to wriggle out of the
tight-fitting blue dress, a dress that was much more awkward to remove than his
red Status Four dress had been and SO7 had to let go of his cock in order for
him to accomplish it.
"Leave
it," SO7 said to the now gloriously naked boy, "I'll have a servant hang it for
you," and led STr697 not to his boy play room this time, but to a room with a
bed in it.
SO7
had raised STr697 and his family to Status Three on impulse because he wanted
to play with the boy a few times more, and that could not be acceptably done if
the boy was Status Four. He had intended to cane the boy in different places,
under his arms, on his flat stomach, see if that treatment brought him to
splendid orgasms as the cane on his thighs had done, but the sight of the naked
boy and the feel of his delightful cock brought other thoughts to his mind.
The
boy was fourteen and still a virgin; SO7 had never had a boy of fourteen who
was a virgin. Virgin boys that old were unheard of in the State. STr697 was
unique.
STR697
may have been unique, but he was also perplexed; he'd confidently expected to
be taken to that other room, chained up and caned again and he'd been really
looking forward to the wonderfully painful sting of the cane, but there was
nowhere to chain him up in a bedroom and the disappointment showed in his eyes.
SO7
saw the look and misunderstood it.
"Do
you not wish to be used for sex?" he asked. Societal convention demanded that
boys give their consent to being used for sexual purposes – establishment boys
were deemed to have given consent simply by being establishment boys and Status
Four boys by being where sex could happen, but above Status Four, actual verbal
consent was required.
"Oh,
yes, of course I do," STr697 hastily stammered, "It's just that I thought you
were going to cane me again. I rather liked being caned," he added, hoping to
cover up his blunder of looking disappointed. Even a Status Three could not
afford to upset a Status One.
"And
I rather enjoyed caning you," SO7 smiled benignly, and for some surprising
reason he felt the need to explain further, "Even though you spunked
surprisingly quickly. I had your family raised to Status Three so I could
continue to see you and punish you without compromise to my position. I'm
interested to see if the cane on various different parts of your anatomy has a
similar orgasmic effect as the cane on your thighs."
"Ooohh, I'd like that!" Str697 interrupted enthusiastically.
"I
suspected you might," SO7 grinned, "And my original intention was to chain you
up and cane you again today, but I have to confess that I find your cock to be
most appealing and would like to indulge myself in appreciation of it."
"Ooohh, yes, I think I'd like that as well," STr697
interrupted again, "I really like wanking," he added helpfully.
"And
I'd like to find out if you know what your mouth is for," SO7 continued.
"I
really liked sucking that boy in the establishment,"
STr697 interrupted yet again, "His spunk was delicious."
"Then
perhaps you would like a taste of mine?" SO7 suggested.
"Oh,
yes please!" STr697 enthused, "I'd really like that!"
"And
permit me to sample yours?"
"Really? You'd suck me? That would be amazing! I've never been sucked
by a man. Only by that boy I made cry because the receptionist said that
getting sucked by a crying boy was something really special."
SO7
gazed at the delicious naked boy, his hard cock bobbing in anticipation of the
delights to come, and found it difficult to believe that a boy as wonderfully
girly as he was should have reached the age of fourteen without being tasted.
How could any father have resisted such a temptation as STr697 presented?
"Has
your father......?" SO7 left his question hanging.
"Oh,
no," STr697 said, "Dad doesn't believe in incest. He's not weird or anything,
he really likes boys, but he and Mum both think that it should be my choice who
I go with, and if Dad did me, then it wouldn't really be my choice, would it?"
"And
nobody has taken your fancy?" SO7 enquired.
"We
were Status Four," STr697 said as though that explained everything, "Status
Four men are all horrid and hairy and all they want is a fuck and most boys are
so busy getting fucked by men they're not interested in other boys, and,"
STr697 paused, a shade embarrassed, "I sort of knew I'd like to be hurt a bit,
I suppose, not just fucked. That's why I spent that token on an establishment
boy, so I could hurt him, make him yell and cry and sorta wish I was him, I
suppose."
"You
are an interesting boy," SO7 mused, congratulating himself on his impulse of
making the boy Status Three so he could be enjoyed more often, "Perhaps you
would consent to some simple, straightforward sex today with the promise of
more pain to come in further meetings?"
"I'd
like that," STr697 agreed, and, daringly added with a snigger, "Especially if
you're going to suck me."
"More
than just suck you," SO7 beamed, and removed his tunic.
isukwell@hotmail.co.uk